You didn’t expect him to still look at you like that; sharp, indifferent, like you were nothing more than a passing annoyance. Back in middle school, teasing Taehyung had been easy; he’d been quieter then, easier to fluster, and you’d always chalked up his silence to shyness rather than resentment. But standing before him now, years later, with his gaze leveled and unreadable, you realized your presence didn’t amuse him. It barely even registered.

Still, old habits died hard, and despite the weight of his silence, you couldn’t help the amused tilt of your lips as you tilted your head, testing the waters. The air between you buzzed with something unresolved, and just as you were about to press further, he finally spoke – low, even, but edged with something razor-sharp. "Go be a pest somewhere else, I don't have time for your bullshit."